Dominic Middleton Poet Free verse

Yowies At Yowah

There’s no Yowies
At Yowah
The place is too bloody dry
The river
Just a dip in the dirt
No water
To ruffle its skirt

There’s no Yowies
At Yowah
Water that is
Comes a thousand feet below
Boiling hot
Steaming
On a stinking hot day
Smelling of sulphur
Not fit for a crested cockatoo

There’s no Yowies
At Yowah
The nearby lake
Um
Fifty K’s away
Dry as a skate bowl
I walk to the middle
Past Emu’s that huddle
Under a lone tree
Panting
No energy
To run away

There’s no Yowies
At Yowah
Which is a pity
As they might eat all the kiddies
Who bleat and bleat
To call their ma

There’s no Yowies
At Yowah
Althou some of the old folk
Could be mistaken for
All that time spent
Chasing those nuts
Could turn you into
A Yowie
At Yowah

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